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hunn1e-bunn1e · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru - "Harajuku Street Food"

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In which a certain special-grade jujutsu sorcerer stops at a street vendor's stall that catches his attention with its heavenly scent and leaves with more than just a few purchased snacks. Or; In which when buying some snacks before meeting his three first-year students, Gojo Satoru successfully acquires the number of the cute vendor that runs the stall.

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"Hey there!"

A smooth but playful voice called, drawing your attention from the portable skillet in front of you.

Looking up, you're met with a very tall man with white hair, a customer surely. However, your attention is drawn to his face, or rather, to the black blindfold that covered his eyes and forehead. Even if you couldn't see half of his face, you could still tell that he was quite handsome.

Suddenly though, a hand appears in front of your eyes and snaps a few times, breaking you from your observation. The man had leaned forward while you were distracted, his face only inches away from your own now, his nose nearly touching your own.

"Ah! S‐sorry sir! Um, what would you like? There's a wide selection of goods to choose from."

You flinch backward, quickly trying to correct your unprofessional behavior by offering the man the usual customer greeting.

The blindfolded man lets out an attractive chuckle as he places a hand on his hip; you swear you could hear him mutter a quiet 'cute'. He then turns his attention to the medium-sized menu card that you had sat to the side; perusing his options. Though it seems like he didn't need to look long as he quickly turned his attention back to you.

"Right, I'll take everything."

He spoke with a curt nod, his voice still playful but with an underlying seriousness.

You stare at him for a while; unable to process quite what he meant. What did he mean by everything? One of everything or literally everything?

"Uh... One of everything?"

You asked him cautiously, becoming nervous at the thought of having your stall picked clean so early on in the day.

The man tilts his head at you, his smile shrinking a bit, and you can only assume that he must think that you're a bit slow on the uptake. But just as quickly as it shrunk, his smile grew wide again and his chipper attitude presented itself even more prominently.

"Nope! Everything you've got! Oh, I'll take your number too while I'm at it!"

He chirped, loosely crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned forward slightly, towering over you.

You feel your face heat up at his words; you've never met someone so bold before. Quickly, you turn around and bag up all of the inventory you have so far today. Ending up with six bags, you pull out a pen and turn back to him, seeing him leaning on the stall counter.

"Here you are sir; your total is ¥59,610.80. Both cash and card are acceptable."

You told him as you handed him his bags; gently grabbing one of his wrists.

The man tilts his head again, seemingly forgetting his earlier flirt, but you only lift the pen that you had grabbed. Pulling his wrist toward you, you write your number down on the heel of his palm; face warming even further at the fact that you're committing to it.

"M‐my number, you asked for it earlier so..."

You stuttered, looking away from him in embarrassment.

He chuckles, standing up to his full height and putting his free hand in his pocket. An attractive smirk spreads across his face as he turns to leave.

"I'll definitely call you some time, you're too cute~"

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httpdollie · 7 months

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— DEAD TO ME

GOJO SATORU X GN! READER X GUEST

content warning: angst, infidelity, hurt with comfort, distressed gojo men :(, model! reader, ceo! gojo, i didn’t proof read lol

word count: 4k+

part 1.

They were gone. Actually gone. The white haired man’s vision went blurry as he started to cry in the pouring rain. He stood there as you got into the cab, slamming the door and watching it speed off.

He patted down his pockets, looking for his phone before making his sulking walk back to this apartment building. He pulled out his phone and immediately started texting and calling you. He tried and tried, each time he was immediately to voicemail till he could no longer. Leaving him shocked with his mouth wide open when he realized you blocked him. Satoru felt the swiftly leave his lungs, starting to panic more as the elevator took him up to his floor.

He didn’t mean for this to happen. It was only supposed to happen once. It was 6 months ago, you were in Milan for fashion week, he promised It was a fling. Akemi had been his assistant for half a year already, and 2 weeks into her job you had told him you think she might’ve developed a little crush on him. Yeah sure he laughed it off and blushed a little when you told him but after you got a call for work and had to leave, he did think about it a little…

Your personalities were polar opposites. She was younger than you by a couple years, more family than career oriented. She was short, had long brown hair, fair skin with a beauty mark near her eyebrow. She would wear only what he thinks you’d describe as “basic bitch clothes with potential,” which was popularly known as the clean girl aesthetic. Meanwhile you were more mature and alluring compared to her soft and seemingly sweet nature. Unlike her, your style was earthy, flamboyant and unique. Fashion designers themselves have told you how inspired they are from you after shows you’ve walked in. Anytime you’d visit him at work, his own employees would stand around and gawk at you. Sometimes he’d wish you’d give up your job so he can just take care of you.

He didn’t know why he kissed Akemi for the first time when you left. He doesn’t know the reason why he kept sneaking off, lying, tricking you to sleep around with her. At first it was an accident, then it was just a habit. He never thought you’d know, he told himself all the time it was going to end soon, he was going to marry you because unlike her; you were it for him.

He walked through the door to his apartment, eyes swollen. He looked around the room, seeing Akemi, smiling wide as she wore the ring his fiancé, now ex fiancé, threw at him. His eyes wide as he practically stomped his way towards her, pulling the finger off her finger, throwing it across the room.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Can you take that off… I spent a lot of money on that.” He stood in front of her, voice strained from balling his eyes out, he slipped the ring off her finger and into his pocket. She pouted out her lip at him as he gave her a faint but fake smile.

“Well, they’re gone now, so I can finally have you to myself.” She smirked looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants before getting down on her knees. He put his hand against her shoulder, taking a deep breath while looking down at her. “Just get out please.” He said calmly with a tight lipped expression.

“What?” Her round eyes go wide, brimming with tears.

“I said out! Leave!” He points to the door, watching her quickly get up and run to his room, slamming the door. Silence took up the room, soon she came out huffing and puffing with tears streaming down her face. Guilt once again settled at the bottom of his stomach.

“Fuck you!” She yelled at him. “I thought you loved me!” She cried out as she reached for the door, looking back at him for a response. Gojo stared at her, mouth open to say something before snapping shut. With a blank expression, he told her to close the door on her way out. She huffed before slamming the door shut. The blue-eyed man facepalmed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call his best friend to unload the his big time fuck up.

You called your mother in the cab, telling her you’d be staying the night with your manager, Shoko. When in reality you were making your way to the nearest bar. You push the tinted glass door, revealing your wet figure to the dim lit room. Jazz music is softly playing in the background as your shoes squeak against the clean floors. The bar was empty, you prayed to yourself that this place wasn’t about to close. You called out, no noise to be heard before the silence was interrupted with the sound of dishes clashing together. You sit on the bar stool, taking your jacket off and placing it on the empty stool next to you. You look at the empty bar, huffing as you rested your face in your hands trying to hold back your tears. Hearing someone walk towards you, standing in front of you, behind the counter of the bar stood a tall man.

“You okay? Have a rough day at work?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you. You peered up at the blonde man and gave him a weak smile, sniffing a little bit before trying to make yourself more presentable.

“Definitely not at work but you can say it was pretty rough.” You lightly laugh at yourself, trying to hold more tears back.

“Well if that’s the case do you want something strong or something sweet?” he spoke softly like he was concerned.

“Maybe a bit of both but only one drink, can’t be seen in public wasted.” You replied quietly.

“Came to the right bar then, I’m Nanami, I own the place.” He introduced himself. The blonde turned around, grabbing a tall glass, liquor and syrups off the shelf.

“I’m Y/n”

“Oh, I know.”

“You do?” You questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Gojo’s fiancé? He doesn’t shut up about you when he comes here and drinks all my alcohol with his employees.” He replied, while pouring your drink into your glass

“Well, he’s officially my ex fiancé as of today.” You corrected, he turned around giving you a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry about that.” He placed the pink drink in front of you.

“I’m not.” You smiled, this time with confidence before looking at the drink. “A cosmopolitan? Love your thinking.” You commented, taking a sip of the drink.

“Of course, cocktails are a personal favourite.” A content smile formed on his face at the compliment. “You can always do better than a man like him, not very respectable in my opinion.”

“Are you supposed to talk about your customers that way?” You said as you laughed, making him join as well.

“Only the ones I don’t like.” He chuckled

“Hope I stay on your good side then.”

Days had gone by without a word from Gojo after his initial call to Geto. Now he stood in front of the man’s apartment, typing in the pin to unlock the door. Geto walked through the usually tidy apartment— now in its fallen stark. He looked at the piled up dishes and crushed beer cans on the floor, mentally preparing himself for the state Satoru would be in. He was crying hysterically when Geto saw him. Gojo wasn’t on to cry much, usually just laughing off his emotions, like it was nothing. Right now, he was a mess.

“I fucked up,” Satoru said in between sobs. Geto made his way to Gojo, pulling him up off the bed by his arm only for him to flop back down.

“Shit isn’t going to get better with you sulking and drinking. Get up.”

“I deserve to die.” He wailed on. “How could I cheat on them?” He muttered to himself. Shoving his already puffy face back into his pillow while he continued crying.

“Quit with the pity party would ya’?” Jerking him up by his arms again, this time with more force. “Sitting at home, crying and sulking isn’t okay? You have to own your shit Satoru, you have a company you need to take care of, I can only do so much redirecting projects and rescheduling clients while you’re gone.” He groaned before adding, “Also Akemi is gone, you should be glad you weren’t there for that mess.”

Gojo rubbed his face; taking a deep breath in, trying to shake the groggy feeling away. “I just miss them. I miss Y/n.” Satoru wept. Refusing to look at his best friend, shameful.

Geto looked at his hunched over friend. Admittedly he wasn’t fond of what his friend did to you. He was the one who introduced the two of you, he had been your friend longer than he could remember, he knew you since he was 4. Because of that, he felt guilty. Guilty, because he’s comforting him and what made him feel more guilty; is that he actually felt bad for him.

Geto instinctively put his hand on his friend's shoulder, patting him in a weird manly attempt of reassurance that he wasn’t used to giving. Telling him about how things will get better with time.

“Fuck me.”

It has been a year and a half since you last saw Gojo Satoru. You stuck to your word and left. Truly left him unlike other people who would’ve rolled over and let themselves forgive someone who betrayed them. You promised yourself happiness. You cut back on work and got a therapist. Talking to someone truly puts into perspective how much healing you really needed from having your trust broken. About 6 months after your breakup, you went on a blind date that your friend had set up… which had gone pretty bad, but you kept your hopes up. You wanted things to happen with someone organically and they did, with Nanami. He closed the bar for the day to take you out to his favourite bakery for beignets and cinnamon rolls, then to a museum and dinner later that night. Kento made you feel alive in a different way, in a way that made you feel secure. The more you were around him, the more you fell in love. Everything about him was purely charming to you

He was a former actor turned jazz bar owner (with 6 different branches). He was honest and open with you, always told you what he means, and came to every single one of your shows and events. He loved it when you’d come by during closing time after you’re done work. You’d order takeout on the way back to his place, cuddling while rewatching your favourite childhood sitcoms. Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

Your friend Utahime was celebrating her birthday. As a survivor of her alcoholic tendencies during uni, she invited you telling you it’s time to get “white girl wasted.” So of course you indulged her, it was her birthday after all. Only to be told last minute your ex had to come because she works with him. She’d be lying if she said she wanted him there but her dear friend, Geto, asked and she couldn’t risk a fight with Gojo Satoru. Now you were reluctantly getting ready. You were in your walk-in closet, deciding what jewelry to wear. You had your lip tucked between your teeth while you stood there lost in thought. Nanami wraps his arms around your waist from behind, making you jump. You turn back and playfully slap his arm before turning back around, holding his hands that trap you close to him.

“Hi angel, almost ready?” He whispers into your ear before gently kissing your neck, then cheek while you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Mmhm! Just picking out my jewelry, wanna help?” You ask, he nods, letting go of you to reach forward, and looking through the drawers of your jewelry box.

“How about these?” He asked, raising his hand to show you the pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings he’d bought for your birthday.

“Pretty.” You smiled at him, turning back around to pull out the matching necklace, switching the necklace to his hand, taking the earrings in yours. “Can you help me?”

he nods, unclasping the necklace, bringing it in front of your neck, fiddling with the clasp once again, trying to get it on. Once done, he waits for you to slip the backing of your earring on, before he turns you around.

“You sure you wanna go tonight? We can stay here and

Yeah, I can do this.” You say, mostly trying to reassure yourself, which you could tell Kento picked up on. He hummed out an okay, before pulling you closer, placing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips.

“Maybe we should stay home…” You said trailing off, making him laugh at your antics.

“Let’s get going, don’t wanna be late now huh.” He teases you, letting go of you, already making his way out of your closet.

“Wait for me!”

You were greeted at the door by Utahime and her girlfriend, your manager, Shoko. You smile at the both of them, giving them a huge while being welcomed into the booming party. You hand your gift to her, who sets it down on the tables filled with them watching them run back to the door after the doorbell was rung again. Nanami slips his hand that was on the small of your back into your hand, letting you lead him through the party to the food table.

“You hungry? Didn’t eat before you left.” You ask, grabbing a couple sweets off the fancy decorative plates on display with small tongs.

“Yeah, want me to get you a drink.”

“Please?” You look at him with a cheeky smile, he squeezes your hand, and nods saying he’ll be right back. You bit your lip, watching your fine ass man walk away. You turn to continue piling sweets onto the small plate. Only to have Nanami��s favourite type of sweet bun snatched away. You look up and groan.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“How is it fancy to see me here? I introduced you to Utahime.” You replied shortly. In the last year you’ve seen him about 3 times, in little words, you were pissed at him.

“Aww don’t be like that Y/n, it’s been a while since I saw you.” He defended himself, hands raised

“Who’s fault is that?” You remarked, recalling your unread text messages.

He ignores your question. “Look ‘Toru is gonna be here tonight, he’s gonna want to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You deadpanned.

“I figured, that’s why I'm telling you now.” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder while he turned to leave. “I’m sorry for not being there for you.” He said shortly, quickly leaving after the words leave his mouth. You stand there somewhat shocked before brushing it off when Nanami comes back with a drink for you.

“None for you?” You question, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

“I’m driving, remember?”

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry, can't believe I forgot!” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

An hour or two has gone by, the idea of Gojo being here, unknowingly, had completely left your mind as you danced with your boyfriend. He had his arms around your waist, holding you close before you turned around to kiss him; taking him by surprise. Usually he wasn’t one for pda but nobody here would care and you, and he loved indulging in you. He smiles as he kisses you, breaking apart to comment on how eager you are, only for you to agree. One hand slips from your waist to your neck, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. Though the room was full to the max, he managed to make you feel like the most important person there.

It had been 18 whole months since Gojo Satoru had talked to you, pure radio silent since you left him in the rain. 547 days and nights without you. If someone told him two years ago that you haven’t even read a single text of his in over a day he’d probably think you were dead… Now he was dead to you. The words alone were like experiencing a corkscrew to the heart. Yet his heart still yearned for you.

You hadn’t seen him, but after you left, he was always seeing you. Billboards, Magazines, videos. You were gone yet it felt like you were taunting him. Every now and then he sees you in public, every time he feels his breath hitch, admiring you from a distance. Even at this party, he felt suffocated by your presence. It’s been almost two years and people still ask if he’s your ex. Today was way worse than most times. It was Utahime’s birthday, though she was a CEO of her own fashion magazine company, the two were on talking terms. He got an invitation via his CFO Geto. He would’ve never thought the coquette, Sandy Liang and Miu Miu inspired fashion fanatic would have such a loud, crazy party.

Gojo pushed his way through the crowd of socialites, looking for the hard liquor Utahime always sought to drink during meetings. He scans the large room, filled with streamers, glitter and confetti. He swore he felt his heart beat slow upon realization. There you were. In the corner of a crowded room, making out with the guy that makes his drinks every friday. Satoru scoffed at the sight, taking a glass shot off a tray, downing it quickly before taking two more as he glared the blonde down.

He had one hand on your waist while the other rested on your face, caressing you gently. He stood there red in the face while he watched you smile in between the kisses you shared. The blonde kissed your forehead before saying something to you he couldn’t hear before walking towards the table Gojo stood at. He quickly made a b-line towards you. As he approached you he watched your eyes go wide, making a pain of guilt flood his body as he neared you. You anxiously slip your hands together, looking around the room, playing with your fingers trying not to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

“What do you want?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to talk any longer than you need to.

“Can we please talk? It's been so long since I saw you last and I just want closure.” Gojo spoke softly, putting his hand on your shoulder with a warm smile. You give him a confused look before brushing his hand off your arm.

“What do you need closure about?

“About how we ended things, look, I just wanna talk.” He said in that familiar pouting voice. It made you sick. “Who’s that guy you were talking with?” He asks you, as if he were jealous, his comfortability and tone being too much for you.

“He’s my boyfriend, and he’s just getting me a drink right now, can you leave me alone?” You raise your eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Yeah after you left me expla-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Gojo. It’s been a year and a half, I got over it and so should you.” You say brushing past him. Walking towards Kento, he hands you your drink before you put it down telling him how you want to leave soon, glancing back at him. Noticing his stare before walking out of his eyesight. He noticed Nanami staring, Gojo glared at him, giving him a smug look walking past him in the same direction you went. Purposefully hitting his shoulder as he walked by; glancing back as if to acknowledge him.

He found you hugging the birthday girl, smiling sweetly at your friend while chatting. He smiled to himself, reminiscing the look on your face. He watched you leave, walking out the door. Gojo passed Utahime, muttering a quick happy birthday to her before following after you. He looked around the street, once he spotted you he jogged toward you, standing in front of you to stop you.

“One chance! Please! Just one.” He pleaded, this time his voice was shaking.

You inhaled slowly, rolling your eyes at the sight. “Fine, talk”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Right now, he looks remorseful; purely full of regret. It was weird how happy the sight made you. It made you feel guilty knowing that you’re happy to see him in distress like you were in.

“I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I wanted, I wasn’t aware of what I really had.” His voice cracked, tears talked down his cheek.

You bit your lip, feeling tears wanted to come up but blink them away, instead watching tears fall down his pale skin.

“Gojo it’s fine, I'm over it. It was a long time ago.” You said exasperated. “I’ve moved on from it. You don’t need to apologize to me, you should go back inside.” You insisted, looking around for Nanami.

“Please, I'd do anything to make this right with you. I love you so much.” You look back at him, scoffing at his words.

“Gojo, I have a boyfriend. I literally just told you about so why are you doing this right now?”

Gojo looked at you wide eyed, more tears rolling down his cheek.

“Please Y/n… I need you.”

“You need me? Are you serious? You expect me to up and leave my boyfriends for the man that cheated on me?” You were met with silence from him. You turn your heel as if to leave, only to turn back to him.

“You’re obsessed, Satoru. You’re the one who hurt me! I don’t owe you an explanation for leaving you, you should just accept it and move on. It’s called letting go!” You exclaimed loudly, meeting the end of your patience. “The entirety of that year, you told me I had nothing to worry about, reassuring me, comforting me when you were just gaslighting me! Do you know how crazy I felt making excuses for you never coming to plans with our friends knowing you were lying to me?” You asked angrily. “I don’t know how long you’ve been fucking her, all that I care about is you being out of my life, forever. I don’t want you anymore and I never needed you. Not like I need him so let me be happy.” You shouted, chest heaving up and down as you tried calming yourself down.

Gojo opened his mouth, about to speak only for you to interject.

“Gojo, I hope the best for you, I truly do, I just hope that your best is nowhere near my happiness.”

Satoru felt his heart once again stop. For the second time tonight he felt frozen and unsure of what to say or do. Tears welled up in his eyes, his hand reaching for yours but stopped after seeing a figure walking up behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/n, I never wanted to hurt you.”

You felt a hand gently rest itself onto your shoulder, you looked back to see your boyfriend, you felt your lip quiver as you looked at him. He opens his arms, pulling you into a side hug, guiding you away from Satoru. You took Nanami’s hand into yours, walking away from Gojo. Kento muttered about how strong you were into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. He gave your hand a tight squeeze, walking you towards the car, his hand left yours, opening your door. He gives you his hand as you step into the car. Closing the door for you once you’re buckled in. He turns, making eye contact with the white haired man, before smirking at him, giving a small wave.

Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

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mommycity · 3 months

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Older Gojo

Omg!!! Thinking about older Gojo in his early 40s or late thirties. He’s still teaching, still checking in on his older kids when he can. He doesn’t go on missions anymore and just handles stuff with younger sorcerers . He doesn't date but he stumbles in your house sometimes. Fills himself up on your cooking, helps with chores. He spends his days exercising in your garden that he had built for you and playing simply board games. He often comes over for dinner or lunch and he keeps coming back because he loves it, it feels like home for him. He also can’t help but flirt with you, you're such a cute thing and similar to him: a mostly retired sorcerer. He’s agreed to have you just wade around the home and only care about the rest of your days with domestic activities. Once a month he’ll invite all his kids over for family dinner, he helps you cook and prep everything. His kids wonder if sensei has found a lover of sorts but he only chortles at their questions. He’s found a home.

And on some days he comes staggering in and asks you to make him something sweet. You ofc whip up a pastry for him that’s topped with matcha and whipped cream with fresh fruits. His favorites. He’ll sit at your table and wait for you to come out with the treat. The heavy look in his gaze is followed with,”why don’t you feed me yourself beautiful”. And you do. You settle your weight onto a neighboring chair before he pushes you into his lap. Your legs sit on one side of him as you feed him bit by bit of the yummy treat. He moans, satisfied with the sweet view and sweet treat.

You two spend many days like this. Filling each other’s company, and you specifically filling Gojo’s tummy. Your cooking starts to show on him. As the days go on his waist softens. The skin of his mid section becomes malleable and soft. His muscles are still evident in his chest, shoulders and biceps. His thighs and ass followed suit and swelled along with him. It’s enough to make your mouth water. The clothes that once fit him stretch and ripple, much to his dismay. But he does little to change it when he sees how you look at him as he eats. The way that food travels down his throat grows tantalizing. The light hugs become pleading squeezes. You can find your hands traveling from his back, to his full waist and at times a squeeze of his thick ass. He sees your hunger for his maturing body and he returns it. He loves squeezing you in small spaces and holding you against his hair chest, loves spending the lazy days and nights cuddling and being cuddled by your soft arms.

And on some days!!!! He’s so worked up. It’s rare that you ever make a move on you. Opting to simply get off in your shower alone. Sometimes it’s simply insatiable, especially when he comes home to you in nothing but his a large tshirt while cooking in the kitchen. When you turn around to greet him he’s greatest with your nipples poking through the shirt and he’s had enough of just jerking off to photos of you. He traps between the countertop before greeting you. “You always fill my tummy with yummy food, baby your making me soft. Let me fill your tummy honey. Please”

Middle aged Gojo spends his days folding your half and fucking you full, on occasion he might he be on the receiving end. Older Gojo doesn’t work to hold his statues anymore. He’s fully trusting in you and lets you handle him when you want. He handles you on every surface of your home but his favorite is the couch. Loves fuckinging you while you both lay on your side. He loves it even more on lazy days when dinner and sex end up happening at the same time and you struggle to feed him his home made food. His moans are both from the satisfaction of your food and your body. He looks so fucking good when he’s warm and glowing. His soft tummy fills the curve of your back just right you can’t ignore his space. He finds himself whimpering these days: a light pink dusting his pale cheeks. The indulgences he so craved for being fulfilled by someone who he really likes-no loves. Gojo who kisses sweet purple marks on your skin and begs you to look at him so he can finish. “F-fuck baby ugh so pretty. Mmm please. Love you, love your body, love your home. Please h-huh let me cum inside. Anything Mmm~” and he kisses your face so sloppy. His kisses clash with the corner of your mouth as he thrust harder, slower and deeper. You let him cum inside and his fluffy lashes close in his height. He can see your combined releases all over his cock and both of your thighs and some of your tummy. He can’t help but flip you over and kiss you so sloppily. He loves his new soft life. His tummy is always full and he comes home to a pretty thing cooking his meals and warming his cock.

giggles I want chubby toru so bad!! I also did that sketch based off this idea :3

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formeuii · 8 months

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HOLY SHITTT MEOWWW

ugh gojo is so mm

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elf-osamu · 9 months

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Hello!!! I hope you don't mind me requesting a comfort scenario with GN!reader and Gojo Satoru. The reader is touch starved and tired in general so Gojo soothes them to sleep <333

“I WISH YOU SWEET DREAMS”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

hurt/comfort (kind of), romantic relationship, satoru gojō x gn!reader

warning(s) : touch-starved!reader, trouble sleeping, sleep-deprived!reader, pre-established relationship

word count : 583 words

plot : “life can be stressful and exhausting - sometimes, people crave rest and affection”

a/n : I'M SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS AFTER ALMOST A YEAR OMG, i've been so busy between mental health struggles and school. but i managed to write it ! this request was adorable to write, truly 😭<3 ngl satoru is one of my comfort characters and i love writing for him !!

tiredness seemed to be lingered over your body, like an invisible coat pressed with force on your shoulders, reluctant at the thought of disappearing too soon. it was a rather troublesome feeling, making everything more complicated than it already was — an unpleasant situation to find yourself in.

there wasn’t a specific reason for your behaviour (or was there? as of now, you were too restless to think about your feelings), it had been just an awful week and you hadn’t been able to sleep properly, if not at all. your whole body demanded a place to lie on, to finally rest peacefully without worries on your mind, but it seemed an unsurpassable task, something which required too much trouble and energy to be actually put into practice.

on top of that, your need for physical contact was becoming more and more persistent as the time passed; you craved the comforting sensation that was human warmth; you missed your boyfriend’s, satoru, presence and affection.

it had been a rough time for the both of you: your free hours didn’t align with his and viceversa, resulting in an unmet wish and a desert apartment. you tried to occupy your mind with everything you could think of when waves of loneliness hit you — you had to distract yourself from that constant feeling, otherwise you would have completely succumbed to despair.

however there you were, laying down on the bed with your face drowned in the comfort of your mattress.

as your thoughts got the best of you, you didn’t have the energy to do anything, but your restless mind kept you from feeling enough at ease to rest, even for a short time.

you were planning on another boring and sorrowful night, already visualizing all kinds of misfortunes that could happen from there to the following day, until you suddenly heard a familiar humming. it was low, but it brought a cheerful sound to your ears; hope was growing in your chest, the possibility that at first seemed unthinkable was now almost reality.

as you sensed his presence, you quietly said, almost in a whisper, “satoru?”.

footsteps echoed in the room, answering to your question.

“the one and only” he made himself known, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

after he changed into more comfortable clothes, satoru lay down next to you, hugging you to bring you closer to him. your muscles relaxed under his touch and so you hugged his waist, feeling finally comfortable after days.

“bad day?”, he asked softly, not wanting to upset you, and kissed your forehead.

you rested your head on his chest, “bad everything. i’m… so exhausted and i’ve missed you so much”.

he was able to calm your worries with his presence, which was comforting to you. despite being a powerful sorcerer and having to make incredibly hard decisions on a daily basis, he felt like he could show his vulnerable side to you. it wasn’t always like that, it took time to get to the point you two were now — and you both were fine with it.

he kissed your head again, “i missed you too” he whispered, hugging you more tightly. “do you wanna stay here like this?”

your nod was enough to reply to him.

you slowly closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat and syncronizing your breath with his — and soon enough you fell asleep.

“goodnight, [name]” satoru murmured; he was glad he could make you feel safe.

[ do not copy, translate etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

#az.writes #jjk jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojou x reader #satoru gojou #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #gn reader #satoru gojo x gn reader #gojo satoru x gn reader

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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i feel like gojo would be in a ‘hot chocolate x green tea’ relationship.. his partner is very funny but more of the sarcastic humor and he pretends to be offended but he never actually is. his partner is his sense and is the person who tells him to stop eating so many sweets and maybe get in some protein, makes sure that he sleeps well and tells him not to take missions when he’s sleepy. and when they do all this he wants to cry because he never got that time when he was babied becs he had to grow up so quickly. his partner has this older , mature energy about them and it makes him feel so different- not like he has to impress anyone or have anybody’s back. because hes finally being taken care of with no strings attached, and it feels so good to him. OH LETS NOT FORGET HOW HE WILL BE THE KINDEST PERSON EVEN TO HIS PARTNER!! because they’ve done all this for him and he wants to now buy you the entire earth or say the most disgustingly kind things to you.

like if you so much as tell him to have a good day , to be careful and that you love him he stops dead in his tracks and goes. , “thank you !! i love you more!! you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!! byebye yn!!” while he’s walking out , and his voice is getting farther and farther but he’s also getting louder because you MUST know how special you are. the good you’ve done. how much of a good person you are. you HAVE TO. and don’t get me started when you’re sad. because when he’s sad he doesn’t know how to express it properly so he makes these atrocious jokes that leave you so concerned, but you still comfort him anyway, and he loves you so much for it. so he’ll hug you tight but doesn’t know what to say at all😭. so he’s holding you and rocking you side to side and just saying , “i’m here, it’s alright, i’m right here,” because that’s all he really knows how to do but he PRAYS that it’s enough for you because he will literally wither away if it isn’t. gojo n his more emotionally smart, mature but still chaotic partner </33

aND LASTLY. everyone hates when you two are together because it’s so chaotic , you can’t even get out a sentence because every word you seem to say has some kind of dumb ass inside joke or something. like you once read a book that mentioned a baseball bat being heavy and he was so distraught . he kept going ,” heavy????? 😏 baseball bat???????? 😏” and now whenever anyone brings it up or it’s on tv you both topple over laughing. megumi is done cus he thought you were supposed to be the mature one 😕😕😕💔💔

#idk what this is #gojo satoru imagine #gojo imagine #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x gn reader #gojo satoru x gn reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #he’s been on my mind lately #like a lot

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snowyghouls · 2 years

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Chateau (Feel Alright)

cw: angst, geto x gn! reader, they’re technically exes, reader is a teacher alongside gojo, some gojo x reader at the end that can be interpreted as whichever you like!

summary: the students get curious about your love life, and it opens up some old wounds that may have never closed in the first place.

“Sensei, do you have a significant other?”

You blinked at your pink-haired student, not entirely processing the question. Fushiguro and Nobara stopped training for a moment to look over. They’ve all been curious about it, though Fushiguro was the first to notice the ring on your finger and bring it up to the others.

You became acutely aware of the trio’s staring. You didn’t want to let them down, as they seemed to really want an answer, so you decided to give them a partial truth.

“Yeah, I used to!” You said as casually as you could, looking down at the ring on your left hand.

“Used to?” Itadori repeated, tilting his head. Nobara jabbed him in the ribs, muttering about how rude it was to push on the subject when you obviously just implied you may have been widowed.

“No, it’s okay.” You reassured them, fiddling with the simple black band. “He’s not exactly around anymore, but I just always kept it on. We weren’t even married, but it was a gift from him. I don’t know why I still wear it.” You smiled sadly, staring down at the ring, then caught yourself and glanced back up at your students. They looked at you with guilt, seemingly feeling bad that they asked in the first place.

You sensed the growing tension from your answer. Perking up the corner of your lips into a happier smile, you waved them off. “It’s okay guys, I understand that you were just curious!” You stood up and brushed yourself off. “Really, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me, it was a long time ago.. I’m fine now.”

The three seemed to feel a little better at your nonchalant expression, and nodded, satisfied with the answer you gave. You shooed them lightheartedly, “Go on you three, we’ll stop for the day. You’ve been making good progress! I think we all deserve a little break.”

You watched as they walked off, chatting amongst themselves and laughing at something one of them said. Your mind flashed to the sight of them replaced with younger Geto, Gojo and you, all laughing together. You missed those days. You missed him.

No, you wouldn’t do this again! You swore you were over it, it was all in the past. You were fine, just like you told your students. That’s what you told yourself. Teaching them alongside Gojo and having fun with everyone made you happy, but it also distracted you. Because ever since Geto appeared and attacked the school when Yuta first joined, ever since you were face to face with him after he left, you could barely stand to see what he had become. He weakened you, and you hated that. You could barely go a day without seeing his face behind those closed eyes of yours.

You didn’t even know if it was him in there anymore. He looked the same, but it wasn’t the Geto you knew in high school. It wasn’t your Geto, the one you fell for way back then, the one that cared for you. Loved you.

Did he ever love you? You couldn’t remember anymore - it all seemed so long ago, just a distant memory despite it only being a handful of years. You liked to think he did love you, at some point. But after the star plasma vessel mission, he changed. Everything seemed to change after that mission. You noticed how he became distant, sometimes almost avoidant of both you and Gojo. Now you know, that back then, he was just starting to have some sort of crisis. One that questioned his morals and, eventually, brought him to a dark place, with the curses.

Even though he was already gone, you just wished you could’ve helped him back then. You were his partner! You were supposed to support him, be there for him. That was your one job in return for all that he did for you. But he still left. Gojo always says it’s not your fault. You tell him that it’s not his fault either, but you’re a hypocrite. You barely believe when he tells you it isn’t your fault.

You didn’t even realize you had started to go into a dark place yourself. And when did you start crying? Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when a hand was placed on your shoulder.

You could barely register what was happening when someone tugged on your shoulder. Your body was leaned forward, and you landed into something soft and warm. Or was it someone? You felt the person hesitantly wrap their arms around you, pulling you flush into their chest. You forced your heavy eyes to open, but tears seemed to flow out with no control. Why wouldn’t they stop? Out of the sea that begun to form on your lower eyelids, you could see a glimpse of white hair.

“Gojo?” You spoke up, your voice hoarse. He squeezed you tighter, gentle but firm enough to help ground you. He always seemed to be there for you, through everything. Even your worst moments. And in return, you were there for his. You were there each other. Through your grief for the old shell that remained of Geto, you forgot that Gojo was still there. He’s still here.

You clung to the material of his uniform, burying your head in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” you bit your lip, trying to suppress your quiet sobs. Gojo only shifted in response, bringing his hand up to caress the back of your head. You swore you could hear sniffles from the man embracing you.

“It’s okay. I’m here, (Y/n), you’ll get through this. We will get through this.”

You found comfort in his words and the sound of his voice. You weren’t sure if it would ever be true, but for now, you felt like you’d be okay if Satoru was by your side.

#gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x reader #🦦 -> clay writes stuff #gojo satoru x gn reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gender neutral fanfic #angst with a happy ending #jjk angst #🦦 > clay writes stuff #geto suguru x gn! reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #getou suguru x reader

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huboi · 3 months

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ⓘ ◛ ໋𓈒 🍦 #JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST ☘️

HEADCANONS

╰┈➤ poly! satosugu [gn! reader] — fluff + smut

summary; reader is in a polyamorous relationship with satoru gojo and geto suguru

╰┈➤ guinea pig hybrid! reader [gn reader] — fluff

summary; reader is a guinea pig hybrid and how the men react to their noises (satoru gojo, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso kamo + ryomen sukuna)

softy [gn! reader] — pure fluff

summary; jjk men are big softies for you <3 (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, sukuna ryomen)

IMAGINES

╰┈➤ men who eat you out like no tomorrow [gn! reader] — smut

summary; these men love eating you out no matter what (satoru, geto, toji, kento + choso)

╰┈➤ men with big titties [gn! reader] — smut

summary; men with big titties that let you treat ‘em as if they’re stress toys (toji, kento + choso)

╰┈➤ too cold [gn! reader] — fluff/crack

summary; choso has his first taste of ice cream

SERIES

ON GOING

╰┈➤ THE ITADORIS’ [gn! reader] — pure fluff

summary; sukuna itadori, a single dilf ft his 10 year old son yuji, seems to harbour a crush on you, a barista in the local coffee shop in tokyo

𖥔 . ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ 🍮 mmm, there seems to be no more content, care to head back to masterlists ?

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aveegrex · 2 years

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A FOOL

a little off the scene hurt to comfort with Gojo.

genre: tiny hurt, mostly comfort, lots of teasing pairing: Gojo x gn!reader word count: 0,5k cw: none, just gojo's baffoonery

Gojo is so goddamn awkward. A clumsy mess of limbs too long and an attention span of a goldfish. Awkward with his stupid blindfold and lopsided smile.

An idiot even. He’d be the village simpleton in medieval times, the one who bumps into trees and picks his nose and asks the cows how they’re doing.

He’s so stupid like that, kneeling before you, blindfold off, those dumb thoughtless eyes so big it’s like he just smoked a whole bush of weed.

Such a moron, holding your hands in his with fat tears running down his cheeks and staining your only good jeans. There’s snot there too, probably. Ew.

“Please, I’m so sorry, it’s-, - he’s mumbling, speech evolved to neanderthal level at best. - Y-you said… I … I mean, ther-there was that th-thing an… and I-I thoooought-”

“You’re gross”

“I kno-o-o-o-owwww” - and like you didn’t have enough already he’s outright bawling, clutching your hands in his sweaty palms tighter. He tries to nuzzle his face into your lap, but you’re quick to catch him midway, pulling on those somehow damp locks.

Annoyed sigh leaving your lips, you tilt your head to the side, eyes squinted. “You were saying?”

“Y-yeah, ghm, um, I’m sor-sorry. - we’re off to hiccups phase now, oh dear. - I-I t-tried to, hmph, t-to get he-here oon time, b-but the t-train! A-and I was la-hc-laaate!!!”

Whiney Gojo drops his head, his shoulders trembling with sobs, and he’s so so so pathetic in his sorrow, so very brainless and whimpy that you can’t help but quit that stern parental act and just flop to the floor to him, hugging him tight to your chest.

“You wanted to get here on time so we could celebrate our first New Year together?” - your hands rubbing his back in circles.

“Ye-yeah, b-but that stu-upid train gh-got del..delayed and I’m late and you’re mad and I’m stupi-”

“And you even bought a gift for me there in Okinawa?”

“It’s.. yeah, and it’s stupid and late toooooo” - he weakly gestures to the shopping bag by the table, the only elegant entity in your whole apartment as to now.

You chuckle, cupping his hands and squishing his sticky cheeks, your thumb rubbing away some of the tears.

“You’re laughing. - the smooshed sound of his quiet voice reaching your ears. - It’s oh-okay though. I’m ridiculous”

“You so are. - you kiss his puckered lips, salty of his earlier demise. - It’s okay though”

Yeah, Gojo is stupid and clumsy and gross and dumb and absolutely inept for anything remotely normal. His limbs are too long and his blindfold is weird and his smile absolutely resembles one of a country fool.

But even if he bawls like a child when he’s exactly five minutes late to your first New Year’s eve as a couple, you’re still enamored and absolutely in love with this huge blonde praying mantis. It’s just a little hard not to tease him sometimes.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, normalise soft bullying as a coping mechanism

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toruslvt · 23 days

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Thinking about overstimulate Gojo Satoru, who keeps whimpering and trashing around saying "Slow down" or "too fast can't take it" which resulting us to tie his hands above his heads FSFSGAHGSHAJAKSJSJ

⋆ mdni. + gn!reader, riding satoru to tears. ‹3

“stop being so whiney” you huff, struggling to contain the white haired erratic trashing underneath your body, straddling his hips. although you tell him to stop, you don’t really mean it, how could you when Satoru is a sight for sore eyes, all flustered, panting with those pretty puffy lips half open.

another whine comes out of him, looking up at you with pleading eyes, “feels so good, babe, I can’t think straight”

he continues, “slow down a bit, ple— a-ah, oh fuck...!” he cries, back arched and hands shaking, digging into the plush of your thighs, each smack of your ass on this milky thighs brings a sharp inhale of air to Satoru’s lungs, his cock twitching and drooling so much precum into your hole the sound is disgustingly loud.

if Satoru were to be honest, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s too deep into the pleasure borderline in pain his mouth just splurts whatever words come to his brain, torn into slamming his hips up to fuck your pretty tight hole, or push you away and get a moment to breath and regain a bit of control. with your boyfriend there was no in between of him mercilessly fuckin’ you to tears, or you making him cry instead.

“stay still” you hiss, attempting to push his hands away from your hips, your waist, thighs, wherever his slender fingers found purchase.

yet all your words fall to deaf ears, “baby....! please, no more!” Satoru cries again, toes curling and almost kicking in the bed at the sublime, painful pleasure.

you curse low, considering the current situation was not going anywhere, so you slide back slightly, —continuing to bounce on his cock so hard Satoru’s groans and whines grew louder, blindly reaching for his eye bandages and struggling to wrap them around his wrists, and then to the headboard that rhythmically squealed under your movements.

“k-kinky” he croaks, an attempt of a laugh bubbling in his chest but quickly replaced by a loud moan, head tossed back as your hole sucked another orgasm out of the blue eyed spent cock.

“if you still have energy to joke around then you’re not fucked enough”

#its been a while waaa sorry for taking so long #𐔌᭥ᩙ༉#gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gn reader

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saturncodedstarlette · 5 months

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Gojo Satoru, just learnt Y/N’s into smart guys :

Gojo Satoru : 🤔. . . 😸💡❗️

Gojo Satoru : Hey.

Y/N : ?

Gojo Satoru : Are you made of gallium, oxygen, rhodium, geranium, uranium and sulfur?

Y/N : What?

Gojo Satoru : Because you are—

#Original : @.._..loveyou..__ on TikTok | not sure its the original tho #Jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen incorrect quotes #Gojo Satoru #jjk gojo satoru #Gojo Satoru x reader #gojo satoru x gn reader #Gojo Satoru x female reader #Gojo Satoru x male reader #Gojo Satoru x you #Gojo Satoru fluff #bf!gojo #Gojo Satoru Lovin’ Hour ❄️

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru - "–And He's Going Down Like The Titanic"

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In which a year and a half after the loss of your memories, you feel something calling you back to the place where it all began. Or; In which after a year and a half of searching, Gojo Satoru finally finds the curse that stole away your memories but yet again you're nearly already in its clutches.

Part 1 "Eyes Blue Like The Atlantic"

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How strange; you could've sworn that the door was closed just a moment ago. Ah, but what were you doing a moment ago anyhow? Actually, where are you right now? You can't seem to recognize this place at all, but this bed sure is stiff. Why's it got bars on it though?

Your legs feel stiff. Your body feels heavy. Your mind is all foggy. Your chest is burning again.

Ah? Again? Was it doing that before? Ah, but it hurts now anyway. You pull at the neck of your hospital gown; it comes loose and you pull it down to see your chest. There's a weirdly shaped, but massive bruise there; it kind of looks like something is moving under your skin there. Oh, wait, a hospital gown? Are you in a hospital? What for?

You turn your eyes to the window; the sky is so blue today. You can feel a wobbly smile creep onto your lips, you can't understand. The color blue. It makes you happy somehow; like it's familiar, but whatever it was that it would have reminded you of has long disintegrated from your memory. For some reason that makes you cry.

Tears bead onto your lower lashes and dribble down your cheeks. So here you sit, staring out the window at the beautiful, clear blue sky as you silently cry for a reason completely unknown to you.

Just what the hell happened to you?

Why are you even here?

Who are you?

“Mx. [Surname] are you alright!? Are you in any pain!? Here, let me help you put your gown back on. Just relax; I'll have someone bring you something to eat, okay?”

A sudden distorted voice breaches your consciousness, but you don't turn your eyes away from the window. You can't bring yourself to do it; almost like if you did, you'd be betraying someone dear to you. Just looking out the window isn't enough anymore. You want to go outside. You have to; something– something is calling to you out there.

“...I want to go… outside.”

You mumble quietly to yourself, voice scratchy from underuse, as you shakily sit up in your hospital bed; your hair, now a whole foot longer, falls over your shoulders as you move.

The voice is gone. The person who spoke isn't there either. Wait? When did that happen? No! No. You have to go outside. You have to see more blue. More; more blue will help you remember everything you seem to be forgetting. Even if you can't remember what you forgot– Even if you forget why you went outside in the first place– you have to go.

Slipping the sheets off your heavy legs, you off the unblocked side of the bed and fall onto the floor; legs temporarily too weak to hold you up. But, somehow you're able to bring yourself to your feet and stumble out the door of your hospital room. You turn and look at the name placard next to the doorway; ‘[Surname] [Name]’, was that the name of the person occupying this room? Even if the room is empty now, it's better to be quiet out of respect for them.

Looking around the hallway, you notice a bright blue door at the end of it. That must be the way outside. You stumble down the hall, each step bringing you closer to the door. Behind you, you can hear the sound of doors creaking open, but you ignore the sound and keep going. Your hands are out in front of you as you press on the push bar and the door gives way; opening to release you into the outside world.

A loud noise rips through the air; a shrill alarm. But you're already long gone. Your walk turns into a jog, then into a run as you continue down the street; your hair whips around in the wind as you move forward. You have no idea where you're going, but you just keep running; you have to keep running, you have to remember.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE!?”

The snow-white-haired man snarls as he slams his hands on the receptionist's desk; the blindfold over his eyes doing nothing to hide his fury.

The seated woman finches as she clutches the corded phone receiver in her hand. Trembling, she puts the receiver back into the dock; sweat collects on her brow as she tries to think of a way to explain the situation to him without major consequences. What the hell is she even supposed to say? ‘Sorry, your lover usually acts like a vegetable, so we decided to direct our staff to more important things and people?’ No. She's fucked; they all are.

“M‐Mr. Gojo! W‐well, there wasn't much security there s‐since they've been very complacent for the p-past year and a half! Y‐you have to understand– we didn't know they would— Gh!”

The blonde woman stutters out before she's snatched up by the front of her blouse; being lifted off the ground and pulled level to the man's concealed eyes.

“Are you saying… that no one was watching them? They don't even remember who they are… and no oNE WAS WATCHING THEM!?”

Satoru growls; the rage he's just barely keeping at bay begins to leak out in the form of his cursed energy, causing the sterile tile floor beneath him to crack and splinter.

The woman whimpers; clenching her eyes shut and turning her head away from him in fear. But then, she was on her feet again and the ferally angry man before her was now deadly calm. The stare that the special-grade sorcerer drilled into her gave her a good idea of what would happen if the man's lover ended up with even a hair out of place.

Even as he turned and walked out of the entrance doors, she knew.

If they were hurt… everyone was going to die.

You don't know where you are, but the sand beneath your feet tells you that you're near a beach. The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore permeates your ears as you near the sound. Your legs are aching and pleading with you to stop, but you continue to push forward; bare feet sinking into the sand with every step you take. And just past some trees, you stumble upon what you think you've been searching for. The deep blue ocean water on the horizon and what seems like miles and miles of sand.

You're so close; just a little bit closer. You're almost there.

The hair stands up on the back of your neck as you near the shore. Someone is here with you but no matter where you look, you can't see them. Somehow though, that person is pulling you closer, drawing you in with the unspoken promise of returning you to the person you once were.

You can see the large divots in the sand that would be made by feet, just at the border of where the sand ends and the water starts. They're much larger than you thought human feet would be, but you can't trust your thoughts anymore if you can barely even think. You didn't even realize that you had stopped moving and were just staring at the footprints on the shoreline. They make you feel nauseous somehow, yet it also feels like someone is standing there, beckoning you forward.

Just as you are about to take another step closer, a hoarse voice shouts.

“[Name] Stop! Don't move any further!”

You look over your shoulder, and there stands a man with white hair. His eyes are obscured by a blindfold and he's wearing a strange black outfit.

Who was he talking to? Was it you?

You look around the uninhibited beach, yet there's no one here besides you, the strange blindfolded man, and the footsteps in the wet sand. So who was he talking to?

[Name]? Is that their name?

You look back at the footsteps. They haven't moved at all; the only thing that's changed is that they've dug deeper into the sand. It was almost like whatever was making them was braving themselves to leap forward… strange. Your gut is telling you to listen to the stranger and run away, but your chest, your heart, is tugging you forward almost violently.

Just as you're about to give in to the tugging at your chest, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. A hand rests atop your head and pushes the side of your face into a warm but sturdy chest.

This– this feels familiar somehow.

You lift your head to try and look back at the footprints, but the hand on your head holds you firmly in place. You can feel a sudden gust of wind violently blow through your long hair.

You've… felt this before… but, from where?

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you try and comb through your fragmented consciousness to find even a sliver of a memory. You search and search and search.

It's just a whisper, but… you found it.

“Don't worry [Name], just hold onto me. I'll take care of it, I'm the strongest after all!”

“Here [Name], it's Kikufuku, I picked some up for you while I had free time at work! Open wide!”

“Can you believe my students don't believe that I have a spouse? I showed them a picture of you and they said that you were too good for me!”

“Hey [Name], have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Shit– Hold on [Name]! Don't let go! [NAME]!!”

This man… You know this man.

You look up at the man's face, now rid of the blindfold that covered his eyes and you meet with that color again. BLUE. A beautiful vibrant blue that reminded you of an overcast sky in the afternoon. Those beautiful blue eyes were staring forward, you could see the rage swirling behind them like the waves in a storm at sea.

Sand and water are kicked from the ground in the commotion behind you. You don't dare to look back; obediently digging your face into the man's chest. He made you feel safe. You knew this man and he was protecting you from something you couldn't see…

But what was his name?

His name…

He's— his name is–

“S‐satoru…?”

You whispered quietly, unsure of yourself.

That name sounds right. This man– Satoru; he knew you, he was keeping you from harm. Does that mean that he was talking to you earlier?

[Name]... that's your name.

He was calling to you like he did on the yacht. The yacht? Yes. That's right, the shipwreck. He was there with you when the ship went down, he held you just like this didn't he?

Satoru…

You remember now.

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